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  You'll find us up and waiting To treat you at the bar; You'll find us less exclusive Than the average English are. We'll meet you with a carriage, Too glad to show you round, But—we do not lunch on steamers, For they are English ground.

We sail o' nights to England And join our smiling Boards— Our wives go in with Viscounts And our daughters dance with Lords, But behind our princely doings, And behind each coup we make, We feel there's Something Waiting, And—we meet It when we wake.

Ah, God! One sniff of England— To greet our flesh and blood— To hear the traffic slurring Once more through London mud! Our towns of wasted honour— Our streets of lost delight! How stands the old Lord Warden? Are Dover's cliffs still white? 

Gethsemane
 1914-18 Garden called Gethsemane In Picardy it was, And there the people came to see The English soldiers pass. 